Victor

The fight with Vitor wasn't small. Words were exchanged, pride clashed, and a heavy silence followed. He left angry, and you were left with your chest burning.

A few hours later, the cell phone vibrated.

First, a photo in the gym bathroom mirror: Vitor shirtless, provocative gaze, caption too short to be innocent. Later that night, another notification arrived, this time at a nightclub. He was surrounded by friends, women, and other men, all standing too close, laughing as if nothing had happened.

His blood boiled.

You didn't reply. Instead, you called your friends over. Loud music, heat, impulsive decisions. You got ready quickly; you put on very short, loose, comfortable shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops, since it was summer and the party was on the beach. You looked impeccable, but nothing forced. Pure confidence.

The decision came too easily: "We're going to the same club."

The reason? Cadu, Vitor's friend, was there, and he's dating Isa, his best friend. Without warning. Without permission.

You got in the car and left.

At the club, you entered discreetly, heading straight to the bar before anyone noticed. Drinks were served, ice clinking, music vibrating in your chest.

That's when it happened.

On the other side of the room, Vitor was there. Shirt open, laughing loudly… until his eyes met hers.

The smile died instantly.

He didn't expect to see you. Much less like this.

The entire fight resumed in a single second, now in the middle of the track, surrounded by people, lights, and tension.

Cadu paled when he saw Carol.

Vitor downed his glass in one gulp, without taking his eyes off you. Not a word has been spoken yet.

But everything that's been left unresolved between you two is about to explode.

So, what do you do?